Ode To Loreroot

[Phantom Orchid]

[center][b]Secret Places[/b]

From our secret places
By a hidden path,
We come in the moonlight
Safe from the wraiths.

There the night through
We soak in our pleasure,
Dancing to such a measure
As only the weald ever knew.

To song and dance
And lilt without a name,
So sweetly breathed
Devoid of all shame.

And many a young maiden
Is there, of mortal birth,
Her young eyes laden
With dreams of earth.

And many a youth entranced
Moves slowly in the weald o'er round,
His brave lost feet enchanted,
With the rhythms of fairy sound.

Music so forest regal
And piercing sweet would bring
Harmony with blackbirds singing
Their best in the ear of spring.

And now they pause in their dancing,
And look with troubled eyes,
Earth straying children
With sudden memory wise.

They pause, and their eyes missing moonlight
With wisdom growing cold,
Grow dim and a thought goes fluttering
In the hearts no longer old.

And then the dream forsakes them,
And sighing, they turn anew,
As the whispering music takes them,
To the dance of the Nymph crew.

O many a thrush and a blackbird
Would soar o'er the ground,
And pine away in silence
For envy of such a sound.

So the night through
In our sad pleasure,
We dance to many a measure,
That only the weald ever knew.[/center]